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<Embarrassed Look>
<Umm, sorry about that, folks, it looks like my new anti-theft 
measure worked a little too well. Now here is...>

My first completed story since early April, 1998.

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The following is a work of fiction involving sexual relationships
and activities. If you feel that it is illegal, immoral, or otherwise
improper for you to read this, then DON'T READ IT.
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Tenth, Eleventh, Twelfth

Copyright 1998 by Baird Allen (baird@pair.com)
No reposting. No archiving. No nothing. bairdpostassm


<Rick was right on the edge of sleep, fading away toward 
unconsciousness, when Karen snuggled close to him and he felt her hand 
on his stomach.

Her voice was a soft murmur in the darkness. "Want to try for one 
more?"

"Mmmmm." He wasn't sure that was even possible, after as many times as 
they'd made love already that day.

Karen's hand moved lower, stroking. "Just say if you want me to stop."

He actually wanted to sleep, but the touch of her hand under the sheet 
felt so good that he wasn't about to tell her to stop. He felt the 
telltale warmth in his groin, the twitching of his penis as it swelled 
and straightened. Her fingertips brushed lightly along the length of 
his shaft, then down below to his balls. A little hot blip of pain made 
him jerk involuntarily.

"Gently, gently!"

"Sorry." She pushed the sheet down out of the way. "Let me make it up 
to you." She curled her body, turning and moving down toward the foot 
of the bed. He felt her moist breath and his manhood surged to full 
erection. The tip of her tongue lapped around the head of his cock as 
her hand moved back up to grasp the shaft. "Tell me if it hurts." Her 
mouth opened and she took the swollen head between her lips. He moaned 
aloud as she slowly, slowly took more of his prick into her mouth. He 
loved the feel of her lips sliding down over him, her tongue caressing 
him. With half his length in her mouth, she tightened her lips around 
him and, just as slowly as she had gone down, she now withdrew.

"Is that OK?" she breathed.

"Oh yes, it's wonderful. Please don't stop." He ran his fingers through 
her hair, exerting just the slightest bit of pressure to urge her back 
to her endeavors.

"Good." She held him in her fist, sliding her fingers up and down his 
wet and slippery shaft. "How 'bout that?"

"OK, great, it's fine, really." He pushed gently on the top of her 
head, and with a murmur of laughter she bent to suck again on his 
cockhead while her hand stroked smoothly up and down. Every five or six 
strokes she slid her hand down to tease his balls while she bobbed her 
head over him, taking him deep into her mouth and lubricating him with 
her saliva. He felt an occasional twinge and worried briefly about the 
stitches, but then put it firmly out of his mind so that he could 
concentrate on the pleasure she was giving him.

After a few minutes, Rick realized that he wasn't going to last much 
longer inside his wife's warm and busy mouth. He stirred reluctantly, 
reaching over to his nightstand and opening the drawer. His hand 
quickly found the package of condoms at the back, and he tore one off 
with a twist of his fingers.

"You won't need that," mumbled Karen through wet lips.

The thought was certainly tempting. "But Karen, we still don't... I 
mean, it would be, um, silly to take a chance now."

"It would be stupid, you mean. Don't worry, we won't be taking any 
chances. You won't get me pregnant if you come in my mouth."

His mind reeled at the unexpected treat.  It wasn't often that she used 
her mouth and tongue to bring him all the way to climax.  He dropped 
the condom back in the drawer and relaxed with a happy sigh as his cock 
was once again engulfed in warmth and wetness and the insistent 
pressure of her tongue.

Her hand stroked his shaft faster and faster, and it wasn't long before 
he felt the pressure growing in his balls and then every fiber of his 
body tensed as he came, his semen pulsing into her mouth as she 
continued to suck and lick and swallow. All the tension drained out of 
him with the last spurt, and he collapsed back against his pillow.

An immense tiredness washed through him and his eyelids fluttered as he 
struggled to stay awake. He was just barely aware when she released his 
softened prick from her mouth and spoke in a tone of pure satisfaction, 
"Ten."

*****

He woke late, looked at the clock and realized that she must have 
switched off the alarm without waking him, felt a rush of panic as he 
saw that he would be late getting to the office. He scrambled out of 
bed, trying to remember if he had any appointments this morning, and 
then a stab of pain in his groin reminded him that he didn't have to go 
to the office at all today.

He showered quickly, shaved and dressed and went to find her 
downstairs.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she greeted him with a smile.

"Good morning, sweetheart. Kids gone to school already?"

"Yes, they left five minutes ago. Melanie should be here any minute to 
pick up Maricita. I told her we don't know how long it'll take, so 
she's planning to keep her at least through lunch and then put her down 
for her nap."

"Great." Rick went into the kitchen to see little Maria before the 
sitter came to get her. "Hello, there, baby girl." She was still in her 
highchair and he bent to kiss the top of her head. "How are you this 
morning, little sweetheart?" Maria only cooed and made a face at him.

He turned away to get some coffee and she began to chant, "Da-deh, Da-
deh, Da-deh..." He loved to hear her say it, but after the seventh or 
eighth repetition he was looking around for something to distract her. 
He found a beanbag animal under the table, fished it out and dusted it 
off.

"Here ya go, baby."

He tossed the beany onto the tray in front of his youngest daughter. 
She grabbed it and hugged it tight, beginning a new chant, "Mine, mine, 
mine, mine..."

Rick sighed and sat down to drink his coffee. He didn't feel very 
hungry this morning, nervous about the upcoming visit to the doctor's 
office. Would they make him go into an exam room to jerk off into a 
cup, or what? Geez, that would be embarrassing.

He reached under the table to gently massage his groin. His balls were 
still sore, with two little points of extreme tenderness where the 
incisions had been made. His cock felt numb, exhausted from Karen's 
attentions of the past two days and nights. What if they sent him into 
an exam room to jerk off into a cup, and he couldn't even come? Geez, 
that would be *really* embarrassing.

He heard the doorbell and quickly moved his hand back to the tabletop, 
then stood and went to pick up Maria. "Hey, little one, whaddya bet 
that's Melanie here now?"

The baby's face lit up with joy. "Menny, Menny, Menny!" Karen had 
already dressed her, so Rick just had to remove her bib and unsnap her 
seatbelt, then lift her up out of the chair. He carried her out to the 
entry hall, where Karen was letting in Maria's regular babysitter. As 
soon as Maria saw Melanie she began to wiggle and twist, so Rick set 
her down and let her toddle over to her babysitter to be picked up.

He went back to the kitchen for his coffee, and when he came out 
Melanie was already preparing to leave with Maria. The baby waved her 
arms at Rick. "Kih, Da-deh!" Rick gave her a peck on the cheek and 
watched as Melanie carried her down the walk and buckled her into the 
carseat.

He went through this same routine almost every weekday, but 
nevertheless felt a pang as his youngest child was driven away for a 
day at the sitter's house. After all, she was his baby, and now 
practically guaranteed to be his last one. 

Son Danny and daughter Helen were ages ten and eight, respectively. 
Maria, now fourteen months old, had been a surprise to them all. The 
pill had always made Karen feel a little sickly, so after Helen's birth 
they had decided not to renew the prescription, but to use condoms and 
foam instead. They'd gotten a little careless more than once, and one 
of those times had resulted in the birth of Maria. They loved her 
dearly and wouldn't have given her up for anything, but were determined 
that she would be their last. Thus Rick's visit to the doctor two days 
previous, and the followup visit this morning.

He found Karen back in the kitchen and glanced at the clock. "Still an 
hour until my appointment," he noted. "I wonder how this is supposed to 
work? Do you think they'll make me jerk off into a little cup or 
something?"

"Nope." Karen smiled. "I called the doctor's office yesterday to check 
on it. They don't mind at all if we, um, procure the sample at home and 
just bring it to them for analysis."

Rick was elated. "So I won't have to jerk off into a cup?"

"No, aren't you listening?" She grinned mischievously. "Instead, *I'll* 
jerk you off, and I'll catch it in a sandwich bag. I thought you might 
like that better."

"Er, OK. Shall we go upstairs... ?"

"Why not right here? After all, when was the last time I gave you a 
handjob in the kitchen?"

"Umm, yesterday morning, I think, right before we went upstairs for 
number five."

"OK, so this won't exactly be new to you, then." She strutted up to 
him, swinging her hips lasciviously, then knelt on the floor at his 
feet. She pushed a stray lock of hair back behind her ear and gazed up 
at him with bold eyes as she reached for his zipper. "Hey, mister, 
wanna little quickie?"

"Heh, heh. Better believe it, babe." He winced silently as she pulled 
out his cock, causing his underwear to momentarily put pressure on his 
tender scrotum. She wrapped her long fingers around his shaft and began 
to pump it, adding a bit of a twist at the end of each stroke. It felt 
good, but... "How about a little of that good mouth action, like last 
night? I promise to tell you before I come." He sighed as Karen began 
to lick up and down his shaft. "Ah, that feels so *good*," he told her.

She winked at him and slid his hard prick into her open mouth, sucking 
and licking vigorously. Getting into her rhythm, she rocked her head 
back and forth, keeping her lips locked tightly around his shaft. It 
felt great, but he was just beginning to be a little bit worried that 
he might not make it, when Karen slipped one hand down below his balls 
to gently stroke his perineum. The extra stimulation to that sensitive 
area behind his scrotum was just what it took to push Rick over the 
edge.

"Here it comes!" he told her breathlessly.

Karen quickly drew back from his prick, grasping it in her fist and 
stroking exuberantly as she held up the plastic baggie just in the nick 
of time. Rick's creamy come spurted out into the bag once, then again, 
then dribbled a bit. Karen looked critically at the amount of semen in 
the bag, then cocked her head sideways to look up at Rick. "You know," 
she said, "this isn't exactly the greatest quantity I've ever seen you 
shoot."

"Hell's bells, lady, it takes my body some time to make that stuff, and 
you've been draining me dry just as fast as I can produce." He looked 
down at the baggie. "I hope that's enough for them to analyze."

Karen licked the last drops of come from the end of his cock, then 
stood and smoothed down her skirt. "We'll just have to take it in and 
see." She held up the baggie again. "Eleven."

*****
Pardon the brief intermission to repeat the copyright notice:
Copyright 1998 by Baird Allen (baird@pair.com)
No reposting. No archiving. No nothing. bairdpostassm
*****

Rick's scheduled followup appointment was actually just to have his 
stitches checked and to make sure the incisions were healing well, but 
when they got to the reception desk and Karen took the plastic bag out 
of the cooler, the receptionist knew what it was for.

"Semen sample for sperm-count?" she asked in a straightforward tone.

"Yes. My name is Richard Campbell."

She looked at his chart, then looked up with a quizzical expression. 
"Umm, Mr. Campbell, you just had your vasectomy two days ago, is that 
right?"

Rick nodded. "Yes, that's right."

"Didn't the doctor explain to you that we don't test for sperm-count 
until after at least the tenth, um, ejaculation?"

Rick wasn't sure how to even begin to explain, but Karen stepped up 
close to him and hugged his arm. "Yes," she told the receptionist with 
a sweet smile. "We know that. This is the eleventh." She held out the 
bag for the receptionist to take.

*****

It was almost noon by the time they left the doctor's office, so they 
picked up some fast food at a drive-through on their way home. The exam 
had been quick and perfunctory, but they had had to wait for over an 
hour after that to get the results of the sperm-count. The test had 
come back negative - Rick was now officially sterile.

Karen called Melanie on the car-phone and learned that Maria had just 
gone down for her nap, so she arranged to go to Melanie's house to pick 
her up later in the afternoon.

She punched the disconnect and hung up the phone, then turned toward 
Rick. "Looks like we'll have a little free time this afternoon, just 
you and me."

*****

The big four-poster bed had been the first piece of nice furniture that 
they bought after they were married. Now they lay across it, embracing, 
as they toed off their shoes and kissed hungrily.

He loved the feel of her body against his, always had and always would, 
he supposed. He ran his hands all over her, enjoying the curves of back 
and waist and hip. Her breasts were soft beneath his chest, and he 
rolled sideways to allow his free hand room to touch her there as well. 
First one button, then the next, yielded to his skilled fingers. He 
pulled the cloth back to expose her tender flesh, encupped in a white 
lace bra. His fingers traced the outer curve while his palm pressed 
gently over her nipple.

"Mmmmph. Let's get some of these clothes out of the way."

Karen sat up, disheveled, breathing hard, and nodded. "Yes, let's." 
Rick raised himself on his elbows, reaching out to slide one hand up 
the back of her blouse to undo her bra. Karen grinned and wriggled away 
across the bed, reaching into the top drawer of her nightstand.

"Foam." She held up the package, then tossed it accurately across the 
room into the trashcan. "Condoms. Hmm, not many of these left, after 
the past two days." They joined the foam in the trash.

"Won't be needing those anymore," he agreed.

He watched as she finished unbuttoning her blouse and shrugged it off, 
along with the bra, and tossed both to the floor beside the bed. He 
reached to tug at her skirt, and she undid the catch and let down the 
short zipper.

"Help me out here," he told her, and she wiggled and twisted as 
necessary to allow him to pull the skirt down her hips and legs. He 
held out the skirt and let it drop to the floor, then paused a moment 
to enjoy the sight of Karen lying there on the bed wearing only her 
white cotton panties. He grinned. "If I tell you that you look good 
enough to eat, will you let me?"

She responded by drawing up one leg and parting her thighs slightly. 
"Oh, I guess so, if you insist." She sighed. "The things I do for 
love."

Rick elbowed himself forward to kiss the inside of her thigh, and found 
that her hands were not the least bit reluctant in grabbing his hair 
and guiding him higher up. He extended his tongue for a long, slow lick 
directly up the crotch of her panties, right between the swollen folds 
of her labia. She was already wet, and he could taste her juices in the 
fabric. "Yum," he muttered, and laid the palm of his hand over her 
mound, massaging gently, while he continued to apply slow tongue 
strokes down below.

Karen squirmed and made appreciative noises for his oral efforts, but 
just as he prepared to pull her panties down and out of the way she 
tugged again on his hair. He raised his head and looked up the length 
of her body to meet her eyes.

"I think I'm ready for the main event." She hooked her thumbs in the 
waist of her panties, arched her back, and wiggled them down and off. 
When she dropped them and relaxed, her bare sex was right in front of 
Rick's face. He took a long sniff and allowed himself one quick taste 
of her juices direct from the source, then raised himself and set about 
getting out of his own clothes.

He crawled up the bed to embrace her, and they kissed again. The 
sensation of bare flesh on bare flesh excited him to full erection, and 
when she hooked one calf behind his thighs to draw him close, the tip 
of his manhood nudged her wetness. She smiled up at him, and he smiled 
back. "Bareback again," he said.

"Mmmm, yes, no rubber raincoats in between us, no itchy foam to 
irritate our privates..."

"I may have mentioned," he interjected, "that stuff tastes really 
awful, too."

While they spoke she had reached down to center him, and he had nudged 
his cockhead forward into her moist opening. Now he moved a little ways 
in, a little ways out, teasing her.

"... nothing at all but just you and me, doing THIS." She pulled him 
into her, half his length in one smooth motion.

"Ungh. Yes, and THIS." He drew back the slightest amount, then thrust 
forward, burying himself in her to the hilt.

She moaned. "Oh, Rick, that feels so nice!"

"Mmm-hmm, for me, too. Your soft flesh all around me, warm and wet and 
snug... uh oh, if I keep concentrating on how good this feels, this is 
going to be one quick roll in the hay."

"Don't worry, let's just enjoy ourselves and go for it." She bumped her 
hips up at him, taking him a tiny bit deeper, and squeezed him tight.

"Oh, yeah..." He started with tiny little thrusts, enjoying the depth 
of penetration and not wanting to pull back out of her at all, but as 
their mutual excitement grew they moved together faster and faster, and 
his strokes lengthened until he was drawing himself almost out of her, 
then driving back in again. Her hands moved restlessly on his back, 
rubbing, caressing, her fingernails scraping lightly down his sides. As 
always, she was an active lover, twisting and thrusting with her hips 
to get just the right contact. Higher and higher they climbed, 
breathing hard, pleasuring each other to the maximum.

Then that feeling hit him. "Oh, babe, we're coming soon..."

"Yes, yes, don't stop, I'm almost there, yes, come in me..."

"Ahhhhhh. Ohh. Karen." He kissed her lips.

"Mmmmm, yes, that's good. Ohhh. Ooh. Ah. Yes."

They kissed fervently, whispering nonsense to each other, as her 
contractions subsided and his penis softened inside her.

Rick raised himself on his arms, the better to look down and enjoy her 
beauty.

She smiled. "Twelve."


The End

Tenth, Eleventh, Twelfth

Copyright 1998 by Baird Allen (baird@pair.com)
All rights reserved. Please do not post, repost, archive, or otherwise 
distribute this work without my express permission. Eli the Bearded has 
my permission to keep this story in the NSS archives.

End Notes:

1) Thanks to DG for proofreading and valuable suggestions. Thanks also 
to Miss Behavin' and BitBard for helpful feedback and comments.

2) Yes, I *know* that you are supposed to wait a week or so after a 
vasectomy before having sex, to allow the incisions to heal. Yes, I 
*know* that poor Rick would be so doped up on painkillers that he 
probably wouldn't even be able to feel Karen's attentions. 
Unfortunately, overly realistic details would have gotten in the way of 
the story I wanted to tell. You want realism? Go read a newspaper.

3) I used to write sex stories under the pen-name "The Bear". 
Unfortunately, there were two other guys using the same pen-name, so I 
changed. You can tell my stories from the other ones because they have 
my *old* email address, thebear@io.com. If you have a link to me I'd 
appreciate it if you changed any reference to "The Bear" to "Baird 
Allen" instead. The name of my website is still "The Bear's Den" (but 
it has moved - see new URL below).>

4) If all you see is notes 4, 5, and 6, without any story, it means that
some sonofabitch has stolen this story and posted it without my 
permission. Please email me and let me know where you found it.

5) I write stories for my own amusement, but I post them for feedback 
and egoboo. If you read the whole story, please drop me an email to let 
me know what you think of it (mailto:baird@pair.com).

6) My stories and those of my friends DG, Kim (Ghost ex Machina), and 
M1ke Hunt are archived on my website, The Bear's Den, at 
http://baird.pair.com/docidx.htm (note *new* URL).





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